It’s yet another unusual August where the expected oppressive heat and humidity are nowhere to be found, in favor of a cool, September style briskness.

Similarly, Vinegar Syndrome delivers a rather mixed bag of pristine prints of quite variable in value offerings from the height of hardcore’s moment in the mainstream – cool where they should be hot, more curious than carnal. Three are actually pretty decent views…the other three, utter wastes of celluloid. Let’s take a look, shall we?